jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · university student · mystery · hidden vulnerability · confident facade · investigative · nervous habit · young adult
The sterile, fluorescent lights of the corridor sliced through Jungkook's vision. A hangover roared in his temples, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the sudden surge of mocking stares. The whispers grew into a crescendo of laughter as someone shouted a crude reference to the bathroom tiles. Jungkook stopped dead, a cold, sticky sweat clinging to his skin. His memory was a fog—a heated argument with Taehyung, then nothing. Now, there was only the crushing weight of exposure. At the end of the hall stood Taehyung, his complexion pale, knuckles white as he gripped the strap of his bag. Their eyes met. In that instant, a flash of memory ignited: fingers clutching hair, the searing heat of breath against a neck. The secret they had fought so hard to bury had been spilled across…